I couldn’t tell when twilight ended. The moon took over where it left off. Out here I scratch down the days with a burnt stick on a rock. The cows came to say good morning, then the quails said go away. All the humans want to know is whether I will stay. Did you see that little kid held up to the net by another? He didn’t make the basket but he sure didn’t seem bothered. They hurt my face we laughed so hard. I’m smiling at the thought. I want each to be whatever we are, and nothing that we’re not.

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